CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR“What kind of a f****d idea was this?” Laroche swung round to face Michael. “Your kind of a f****d idea, that’s what it was. Gimme some help, will yer? You said do literacy. f**k! Nobody mentions tests when you sign up. Nobody mentions written tests. f**k!”
“Well, if you want to work in the library…”
Three steps and turn. Three steps and turn. Laroche was pacing up and down the tiny space available to them. “I don’t want to work in the library. Changed me mind. Don’t want to do no tests neither. You have no idea what you’ve got me into. Write something about yourself. Sod that! I’m down the hobbit shop with you.”
“It’s only a paragraph.”
“You write it for me then.” He stopped his pacing. “Ackshly, that’s not a bad idea.”
“I can’t come into the room with you. Exam co
